[Open] On the Bridge

[sonofsarek]

The bridge was buzzing with much more commotion than they had had in a long time. With the threat of being this close to Klingon space combined with Command’s adverse reaction to the abandoned ship they had slipped into a silent Yellow Alert to get the crew ready for the possibility of an encounter. Much of the Senior staff could not be removed

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[setphasersto]

The Yellow Alert had kept Angela in Phaser Control, where a majority of the tactical crew huddled in small groups around consoles preparing for anything that could possibly go wrong. If they ended up engaged with the Klingon, it would be the first chance the newest crew had to work with the ship's weaponry. That in itself was a little thrilling, and it was evident by the low roar of chatter that more than a few people secretly hoped they got a chance to see some action.

Despite the busy atmosphere and excitement in Phaser Control, Angela was more than happy to take a break to run some PADDs up to the Bridge. While it was probably more suited to a yeoman to be delivering paperwork, Angela had some suspicion that she'd been sent in hopes that she would report back with a rundown of anything interesting happening on the Bridge.

"Captain?" she asked, stopping at Jim's side to hand him the PADDs. "Tomlinson wants your ok on these, he's made some adjustments to the port phaser emitters."

[miraromaine]

Mira typically had no reason to be on the bridge; her place was buried in some lab, hovering around chemicals and explosions- Doctor McCoy once described. Although she hadn't been assigned to the away team (probably with good reason), there was still just as much work to be done on board in her division as there would have been off ship.

The information and research data that was being collected from the abandoned vessel's computers was being sent to the sciences and library computer on the bridge. So, she was called up to monitor the incoming feed, alongside another sciences officer, and make sure that it was transferred to the proper labs to be further analyzed. Many of the lower ranking science officers were reporting their findings (if any) to her, as Spock was preoccupied with his commanding duties.

Mira turned in her chair when she heard Angela's voice. She was glad to see that the ensign wasn't killing herself in Phaser Control. She smiled briefly before turning back to the console.

[mr_genius_scott]

"Bollocks," was Scotty's first reaction to the yellow flashing in his quarters. His head had barely touched his pillow and the smell of whiskey was still fresh on his breath. He was too tired for this today. Way too tired.

Dragging himself out of bed, he pulled on his crumpled uniform and made his way silently (although banging occasionally into random chair legs that were, for his liking, inconveniently placed) towards the door. Once in the corridor the cool air hit him like a dousing of ice water. Shit, he thought and swayed as the alcohol drowned his senses. Was he supposed to be on duty? He couldn't remember.

The quiet swish of a door alerted him that he had made it safely to the bridge.

"Mr Montgomery Scott," he slurred,"at your service."